Natasha was momentarily stunned and actually stopped in her tracks on the sidewalk outside Clint’s building. She took a long, appreciative look at Clint as he handed out candy to a tiny Captain America, a miniature Hulk, and what could only be described as the most adorable Princess Iron Man she’d ever seen. She’d have to tell Tony about the new modifications needed for his suit; she thought he’d look particularly dashing with sequins on his faceplate.
Clint was dressed in faded jeans, boots, and a blue plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his impressive forearms. The look was topped off with a black cowboy hat which he tipped at her when he looked up and saw her waiting. “Ma’am,” he drawled and his voice sounded a little off to her.
“Trick-or-treat,” she said. He offered her the bowl and when she reached for one of the candies, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her to him. Clint hissed and flashed a villainous grin, displaying a set of vampire fangs. The little trick-or-treaters squealed and ran off laughing. With a dramatically atrocious accent he said, “You’re mine now.”
Natasha put up a token struggle but gave in when he gently tugged her head back by the hair. He nuzzled her neck before nipping lightly with his fangs. She shivered against him and he whispered, “I’ll give you the rest of your treat inside.”
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Date: 2014-11-02 06:31 am (UTC)Natasha was momentarily stunned and actually stopped in her tracks on the sidewalk outside Clint’s building. She took a long, appreciative look at Clint as he handed out candy to a tiny Captain America, a miniature Hulk, and what could only be described as the most adorable Princess Iron Man she’d ever seen. She’d have to tell Tony about the new modifications needed for his suit; she thought he’d look particularly dashing with sequins on his faceplate.
Clint was dressed in faded jeans, boots, and a blue plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his impressive forearms. The look was topped off with a black cowboy hat which he tipped at her when he looked up and saw her waiting. “Ma’am,” he drawled and his voice sounded a little off to her.
“Trick-or-treat,” she said. He offered her the bowl and when she reached for one of the candies, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her to him. Clint hissed and flashed a villainous grin, displaying a set of vampire fangs. The little trick-or-treaters squealed and ran off laughing. With a dramatically atrocious accent he said, “You’re mine now.”
Natasha put up a token struggle but gave in when he gently tugged her head back by the hair. He nuzzled her neck before nipping lightly with his fangs. She shivered against him and he whispered, “I’ll give you the rest of your treat inside.”